Chapter 122 (1/2)

Fujinyuan villa area,

In Yuanling's three story western style building, the decoration teams are in and out these days,

In order to focus on the decoration matters, Sheng Enron pushed several notices on his hand and focused on the home. The people in the decoration team were all from Qiaomu. Although the people from Qiaomu were always reliable, Sheng Enron was still not at ease.

After all, this is the house that Ling Han lived in before. If there is anything wrong, she can't bear it.

”Well, where's the statue at the door?”

She stood at the door wearing a mask, waving the dust in front of her and questioning the workers who were busy moving the living room furniture out.

The worker frowned, ”what statue, I don't know.”

”Why don't you know? When I came here, I put it in the porch, the statue of artistic human body... ”

”Don't know is don't know, such a big statue can't be taken by us?”

”Ah, you talk...”

”Miss Sheng.” Far away, a clear male voice interrupted their argument.

Arbor suit straight forward, with a smile looked at Sheng Enron, ”what's the matter?”

”The statue at the door is missing. They have been going in and out here these two days. I asked them and they said they didn't know.”

Sheng Enron snorted, ”I see, these people are afraid that their hands and feet are not very clean.” arbor frowned, waved his hand to let the angry little worker leave, and then looked at Sheng Enron and sighed, ”the statue asked me to put it away at noon yesterday, saying that you want to decorate the new house. According to the decoration style, the furniture and furnishings inside are bought again, together with those old furniture

It's in the warehouse. ”

”Is it?”

Sheng Enron was stunned,

”He didn't tell me either.”

Arbor smile, eyes with concern,

”Miss Sheng, I think you'd better not stay here, or go to the second floor. There's a lot of smoke and dust here. It's a small matter to get your clothes dirty. It's not good for the workers to stumble on you.”

”It's OK. I have to watch them finish the decoration, or I'm afraid they'll cut corners.”

Sheng Enron waved his hand and showed a look of indifference on his face.

Arbor looked at her eyes a little strange, absent-minded for a few seconds.

”Ah, let's, let's...” several workers passed by carrying the wall paint. Although they used good paint, they could not avoid the pungent smell,